70's Commercials Disc 2 DVD

Hilltop harmony rings out as a multicultural chorus raises curvy bottles to the sky, teaching the world to sing in perfect peace-and-love fashion.

Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun, rattled off faster than you can say Big Mac Attack.

Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is, as a queasy gentleman rediscovers life after one too many meatballs.

When you're out of Schlitz, you're out of beer, growled by a tough guy who clearly means business at the neighborhood tavern.

Be a Pepper, drink a Pepper, as David Naughton dances down the street leading a parade of fizzy converts in flared denim.

Ancient Chinese secret, huh? A frazzled wife discovers the laundry mystery is just a box of Calgon water softener.

James Garner and Mariette Hartley bicker like an old married couple while waving instant photos that develop right before your eyes.

Mikey likes it, hey Mikey, the picky little kid who finally finds a wholesome wheat cereal worth eating.

Good to the last drop, percolating away in a chrome pot while the family gathers around the kitchen table for morning chatter.

Have it your way, hold the pickles, hold the lettuce, special orders don't upset us, sung by smiling fry cooks in paper hats.

Have a Pepsi Day with the Pepsi Generation, a sun-soaked montage of bell-bottoms, frisbees, and cold cans cracking open at the beach.

Mr. Whipple catches another shopper squeezing the squeezably soft rolls and wags his finger with prim grocer disapproval.

The little bug that could chugs through snow, sand, and city streets while a deadpan narrator explains why small is beautiful.

Oh yeah! The big-grinning pitcher man busts through a wall of bricks to deliver fruit-flavored refreshment to thirsty backyard kids.

A glamorous starlet luxuriates in a porcelain tub while sudsy bubbles promise complexion as smooth as silk and twice as flattering.

The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup, as mountain-grown aroma drifts from a steaming mug into the morning sunshine.

A bookish fellow splashes on the spicy aftershave and is suddenly mobbed by swooning women, prompting frantic karate self-defense.

Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't, sung by tropical dancers shaking coconut palms in a chocolatey daydream.

Smokers would rather fight than switch, sporting cartoon black eyes as proof of brand loyalty in this cheeky cigarette pitch.

The crackling candy that explodes on your tongue gets mobbed by playground kids who can barely believe the pop and snap sensation.

How about a nice Hawaiian Punch, asks Punchy the little island guy, before knocking his pal clean out of the cartoon frame.

They're grrrreat, roars Tony the Tiger, leaping into a sunlit kitchen to share sugary corn flakes with cereal-loving kids.

You asked for it, you got it, Toyota, as suburban families leap into the air beside their gleaming new compact sedans.

The quicker picker upper soaks up a spilled glass of grape juice while Rosie the diner waitress smiles at her trusty paper towels.

Tab, for beautiful people who want to stay that way, fizzes pink in a frosty glass beside poolside swingers in giant sunglasses.

Don't watch TV tonight, play it, urges a dad plugging in the wood-grain console for a family Pong tournament on the rec room set.

Quality never goes out of style, declares the denim brand as flared jeans strut through cobblestone streets to a funky bassline.

What a chunk of chocolate, raisins, and peanuts in a square bar so thick you need both hands to wrestle it from the wrapper.

Four out of five dentists surveyed recommend sugarless gum for their patients who chew gum, in a clinical white-coat endorsement.

Helps build strong bodies twelve ways, claims the polka-dot loaf bouncing into lunchboxes across the suburban breakfast nooks.

What do you want when you gotta have something and it's gotta be sweet, sticky, salty Cracker Jack with a prize in every box.

A little dab'll do ya, slicks back the hair of a smooth gentleman ready to charm the secretary pool with mirror-shine confidence.

Where America shops for value, from Toughskins jeans to Craftsman tools, the catalog giant beckons with rolled back prices.

Look mom, no cavities, beams a freckled kid clutching a dental report card while parents nod in fluoride-approved triumph.

It's Slinky, it's Slinky, for fun it's a wonderful toy, walks down stairs alone or in pairs in a singsong jingle of pure childhood joy.

A whistling sailor rolls in with the tide, splashing the briny aftershave that smells like adventure on the high seas.

Anticipation, sings Carly Simon, as a glass bottle slowly tips and the thickest red sauce in America inches toward a waiting burger.

The brisk tea brews up in a pretty china cup while a cheerful housewife sets out cucumber sandwiches for the bridge club ladies.

Whip those tiny chrome racers around the orange loop track at supersonic kid speeds, and watch grown men kneel down to play.

It's not nice to fool Mother Nature, scolds the angry goddess after tasting buttery spread she swears must be the real thing.

Leggo my Eggo, cry sibling rivals battling for the last frozen waffle popping golden brown from the toaster slot.

Trust your headache to Bayer, advises a calm announcer while the white tablet tames a thumping cartoon migraine cloud.

The orange drink that astronauts take to the moon, scooped into a glass of water by kids dreaming of NASA missions.

Is it live or is it Memorex, asks Ella Fitzgerald, shattering a wine glass with a recorded high note that sounds just as real.

Bet you can't eat just one, dares Bert Lahr in cartoon devil costume, tempting snackers with golden ridges of crispy spuds.

Once you pop, you can't stop, as the iconic mustachioed mascot tips a tube of stacked chips into a circle of party-goers.

The Excedrin headache, named and numbered like a medical case file, finally meets its match in the extra-strength tablet.

The wholesome smile of the Quaker man warms a chilly winter morning over a bowl of hot oatmeal drizzled with brown sugar.

Me and my RC, the cola that tastes the cleanest, swigged by groovy young couples picnicking on a hillside checkered blanket.

There's something about an Aqua Velva man, croons the jingle as a smooth-shaven gentleman dabs on the bracing blue tonic.

Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, and Chevrolet, the all-American anthem rolling alongside families piling into the family wagon.

Double your pleasure, double your fun, with twin sisters in matching outfits chewing the cool minty stick of refreshment.

Captain Crunch, with his bicorne hat and bushy moustache, sails the cereal seas defending kids from the soggy sneakers.

The pen that writes the first time, every time, glides smoothly across a yellow legal pad in a busy office desk demo.

Take aim against cavities with the gel that clings to your brush longer, says the smiling family flashing pearly clean grins.

Fashion comes to life at JCPenney, where polyester suits in earth tones and platform shoes line the brightly lit mall racks.

Tide gets out the dirt kids get into, as muddy little league uniforms emerge sparkling white from the avocado green washer.

Schaefer is the one beer to have when you're having more than one, raised at a smoky bowling alley after a strike rolls in.

The best surprise is no surprise, promises the green-and-yellow road sign welcoming weary station wagon families inside.

All temperature Cheer, washes hot, warm, and cold with equal sudsy gusto for the modern multitasking laundry day mom.

Twinkie the Kid lassoes a golden sponge cake with creamy filling, riding off into the lunchbox sunset with a tip of his cowboy hat.

The bald, muscle-bound genie pops out of the bottle and scrubs the kitchen floor sparkling clean with one white-gloved swipe.

Pink, blue, and green crunch berries tumble into milky bowls while jungle birds chirp news of the sweetest cereal discovery.

Yahoo Mountain Dew, swigged by overall-clad hillbillies leaping from haystacks in a barefoot celebration of citrus zip.

The little red devil dances around a tin of zesty spread, perfect for the picnic basket stacked with checkerboard sandwiches.

The Vlasic stork delivers another jar of crisp kosher dills, cracking jokes with his Groucho Marx accent and waggling eyebrows.

Stove Top stuffing instead of potatoes, a revolutionary side dish that has the whole family cheering at the dinner table.

The medicine cabinet swings open and a stranger reaches in for the spray can, sharing the family deodorant with goofy grin.

Soothes that scratchy throat with medicated lozenges in the iconic flat tin, tucked into the pocket of a recovering office worker.

The taste you hate twice a day, but it kills the germs that cause bad breath, swirled and gargled by determined morning users.

Breakfast of Champions, scooped up by gold medal athletes who credit the crunchy flakes for their record-smashing performances.

Pantyhose plus panties, all in one, smoothing out the lines under those slinky disco-era polyester slacks for working women.

Costumed grapes, apples, and leaves dance across the screen pitching comfortable cotton underthings for the whole family.

Schick razors deliver a closer, smoother shave, demonstrated on a stubbled chin with a satisfying scrape and rinse routine.

The miracle oven cleaner foams away baked-on grease while a relieved housewife marvels at her sparkling self-cleaning kitchen.

The newfangled potato chip that comes in a can, stacked perfectly inside, never broken, never crushed, just crispy delight.

Ban takes the worry out of being close, glides on under raised arms before a romantic candlelight dinner for two.

The disposable diaper that keeps baby drier than cloth, demonstrated with a thirsty paper towel and a beaming new mother.

Robert Young recommends decaffeinated Sanka coffee for nervous coffee drinkers who want to enjoy the flavor without the jitters.

Tastes great, less filling, debate the retired sports stars in a smoky barroom, settling the great low-cal lager argument.

Flick your Bic, the disposable lighter that works first time every time, illustrated with chrome shine and easy thumb action.

Quisp, the friendly pink alien, lands his propeller-headed spaceship to deliver crunchy quazy energy cereal to earth kids.

I'm cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, hollers Sonny the bird, going wild over the chocolatey corn balls in his breakfast bowl.

Progress is our most important product, beams the GE family from their all-electric kitchen full of harvest gold appliances.

The purple bottle pours into glasses for sticky-faced kids on the front porch swing, tasting summer in every sweet sip.

Up, up, and away with TWA, stewardesses in mod uniforms welcome jet-set passengers aboard for transatlantic adventure.

The talking electronic learning toy from Texas Instruments helps kids master spelling with a robot voice that says good job.

Look sharp, feel sharp, be sharp with Gillette blue blades, the morning ritual of clean-shaven men ready to face the boss.

My wife, I think I'll keep her, smiles a husband whose bride takes Geritol vitamins to keep her tired blood pumping strong.

The pink stuff coats, soothes, and relieves an unhappy stomach after one too many slices of pepperoni pizza at the bowling league.

Thirty-one flavors of premium ice cream scooped into pink-spooned cones, from rocky road to pralines and cream.

It's finger lickin' good, declares Colonel Sanders, presenting a striped bucket of crispy fried chicken with eleven secret spices.

The germ killer with cool mint flavor that doesn't burn, swirled by a disco-era fellow getting ready for a Saturday night out.

I told two friends, and they told two friends, and so on, and so on, the wheat germ shampoo word-of-mouth phenomenon.

Frosted oat bits and magically delicious marshmallow shapes, defended by Lucky the Leprechaun from sneaky cereal thieves.

Honeycomb's big, yeah, yeah, yeah, sing the Honeycomb Kids munching the giant golden cereal pieces shaped like beehives.

The lonely Maytag repairman waits by the phone for a call that never comes, because their washers just never break down.

The XL-100 color TV with sharper picture and brilliant color, demonstrated on a console set big enough to anchor a living room.

The instant camera with the magic eye, snaps a family picnic and develops the photo before the watermelon hits the table.

Lotion that softens dry winter hands, smoothed on by a happy mom whose skin feels silky after the cold weather chapping.

Packed with peanuts, Snickers really satisfies, unwrapped at the office break room when hunger pangs strike between meetings.

The exercise sandal that tones your legs while you walk, modeled by a leggy spokeswoman strutting down a sunlit boulevard.

The slim line calculator that fits in your shirt pocket, replacing the slide rule for engineers and bookkeepers everywhere.

The little girl with sun-tanned bottom and white tan line gets her swimsuit tugged by a playful puppy on the beach.

The fabric softener sheet that stops static cling, tossed into the dryer for socks that don't stick to slacks fresh from the load.

Joe DiMaggio brews up a perfect pot in the automatic drip machine that revolutionized morning coffee for American households.

Double A, M C O, beep beep, the catchy jingle promises expert transmission repair from coast to coast.

You got your chocolate in my peanut butter, you got your peanut butter on my chocolate, two great tastes that taste great together.

If you don't look good, we don't look good, says the celebrity stylist showing off the geometric bob that defined the era.

Datsun, we are driven, the Japanese import promising fuel economy and reliability for the gas crunched American driver.

The deodorant soap with the fresh clean scent, lathered up before the big date with the secretary from accounting.

The toy oven that bakes real little cakes with the heat of a light bulb, presented to little girls in pink frilly aprons.

Built tough enough to stand on, a steel dump truck supports the weight of a grown man in the famous Tonka durability test.

The blond rubber action figure stretches four feet without breaking, then snaps back to size for backyard tug of war battles.

The dizzy spinning toy that spins kids in circles until they fall over giggling on the shag carpet of the family room floor.

Lite-Brite, making things with light, plug it in and create glowing pictures with colored pegs and black paper templates.

The plastic tricycle low to the ground for racing down the driveway, complete with hand brake for sliding sideways stops.

The color-changing crystal jewelry that reveals your emotions, slipped on by groovy teens curious about their inner vibes.

The smooth gray stone that comes in a cardboard pet carrier with breathing holes and a training manual, the gag gift sensation.

The first home video game from Atari, two paddles batting an electronic dot back and forth across the family television screen.

Ask the mystic plastic sphere any yes or no question, then turn it over to find the cryptic answer floating up from the depths.

The chocolate drink endorsed by Yogi Berra, swigged from glass bottles by Little Leaguers after a hot summer afternoon game.

It bonks you out with fruit flavor, the cartoon candy that drops a giant piece of fruit on the head of unsuspecting snackers.

The first soft bubble gum, blown into pink balloons the size of softballs by amazed kids on the schoolyard playground.

Topps trading card stickers parodying famous brands, traded by giggling kids who plastered them on bedroom walls and notebooks.

The battery-powered miniature racers that recharge in the Juice Machine and zoom around the figure-eight track.

Wind up the motorcycle and launch the daredevil action figure over a row of cars, just like the real American hero.

Pull the t-bar through the spinning wheel and let the SSP racer zoom across the kitchen floor with smoking tire fury.

The bionic action figure with the rolling eye and lift-up skin showing computer parts, ready to bend steel pipes in his bare hands.

Barbie and her friends pile into the groovy yellow van for a Malibu beach party, complete with surfboards and beach umbrellas.

The doll that eats, drinks, and wets her diaper, fed spoonfuls of green pretend food by attentive little mothers.

The doll with the growing hair, pull the cord and her ponytail grows longer, push the button to make it short again.

The little yellow tow truck that really tows, strong enough to pull a wagon full of kids around the suburban driveway.

The green alien menace counterpart to Stretch Armstrong, with bug eyes and pointy ears, perfect for backyard wrestling matches.

The yellow ride-on caterpillar toy that scoots forward when little kids bounce up and down on the wiggling green back.

The geometric drawing toy with plastic gears and ballpoint pens, creating swirling mathematical art on bedroom desk pads.

The bald rubber head with hair, mustaches, scars, and warts to apply, a creepy grooming kit for kids who like dress-up.

The tethered helicopter rescue toy that flies in circles around a control base, picking up tiny astronaut figures with a hook.

The eight-inch superhero dolls in cloth costumes, from Spider-Man to Batman, ready for backyard adventures and toy box battles.

The redline cars with custom flames and metallic paint, raced down the orange track loop until the wheels nearly melt off.

The drawing toy that mixes and matches outfits, creating fashion designs by rubbing crayon over interchangeable plastic plates.

The plastic backyard water slide that turns the lawn into a soaking summer adventure for kids in striped swim trunks.

The flying disc that soars across sun-drenched parks, caught between the teeth of border collies and college students alike.

The big inflatable ball with handles, bounced across the rec room by giggling kids who never seem to get tired of hopping.

The wooden dowels and spool connectors building windmills, towers, and contraptions on the rainy day playroom floor.

The notched wooden pieces stacked into log cabins and frontier forts, the classic American building toy from a simpler era.

The metal construction kit with screws, plates, and motors, building functional cranes and Ferris wheels on the basement workbench.

The plastic spud face with interchangeable eyes, ears, nose, and mustaches, decorated with silly expressions by giggling kids.

Use the tweezers to remove the funny bones without buzzing the patient's red light nose in the classic surgeon skill game.

Build the elaborate Rube Goldberg contraption to catch your opponent's mouse in this wonderfully chaotic family board game.

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